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Born in the Wrong Generation


Hoodies on and pants pulled low Bragging about last night's rap show
Your homies and bros all pile in the van Mom says "seat belts!" and they groan "awww man.."
Waddle menacingly up and down the aisleCant help but laugh at your awkward "ghetto" style
Bandannas wrapped all around your facesWhat? Are you scared we'll see your braces?
Phones blaring foul language and pathetic beatsFrom a gated community but you call it "the street"
People used to want success, respect and loveBut now all they want is to be top thug
Kids grow up quick and their mouths are vileCourtesy is gone, I wish it would've stayed awhile
I find myself wondering, "these are my peers?"I feel obselete, take me back a few years
Back when Volkswagen busses were all aroundMusic gave way to brand new sound
I've never been there but my heart tells me soThe 60's might be the right place to go
Every timeframe it's own quirksbut compared to today, almost anything works
Send me back to the days of WoodstockFor in those days, one could truly rock
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